Auctioned Mates Revenge
Chapter 19

I blinked at him before looking down to my hand where my phone had been. I looked out the window and found it lying on the sidewalk.

"My phone..."

"F**k your phone!" Matt growled, his hands clenching the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

"Have you any idea of what they could have done to you? What they were planning to do to you?"

I scoffed, "What could they do to me that hasn't already been done?"

Matt growled, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and leaning close. I froze. Heat and terror filled me as I felt his mouth against my neck. His human teeth scraped the delicate skin of my neck as I trembled. I wanted to turn my head and submit and push him away at the same time, but I remained still.

His hand trembled on the back of his neck as if he was barely restraining himself.

"Danger," he growled against my neck. "Don't you know what that is? Don't you know how much more danger there is in the world?"

I swallowed thickly. My heart was thudding in my chest. Warm need pooled in my hips and I felt horrified. I could not be... turned on by this.

He scraped his teeth against my neck before growling and taking a deep breath against the side of my neck. A shudder went through me and I felt my wolf stirring. Alyssa was too far to hear, but she seemed close enough to be aware of what was happening and taking an interest.

He pulled back sharply, taking hold of the steering wheel and cranking up the car. We jetted back as he shifted gears before turning and shooting off down the street.

"There are so many things that could happen to you. So many things that could take you from me and you don't even realize it!" Matt growled. "What the hell were you thinking?"

I glared at him and his lecturing, tense tone.

"I promise the life of a whore is way more dangerous than a soon-to-be alpha can imagine."

"Stop calling yourself a whore!" The engine revved louder and the car seemed to go faster.

I scoffed, "I'm calling a spade a spade."

"Stop it."

"Thousands of men have used me."

"Stop it!"

"What else should I say?" I hissed. "Sorry that the truth is too much for you to take!"

His hands flexed on the steering wheel as I glared at him. The engine's roar seemed to die down and we slowed, going slower down the road as his jaw seemed to relax.

"... You are not a whore anymore and you won't ever be again."

My jaw opened in shock at his calm, almost sad voice.

"I won't let anyone hurt you again."

I didn't know what to say or do, so I didn't speak. He was silent the rest of the drive. As we drove on, my mind turned to his miraculous appearance at Larry's.

How had he known I was there? Did he put a tracker on my phone or something? Now, I was without a phone because of his temper.

When we arrived, I got out of the car and retreated to my room. Mad about him showing up. Mad about my phone and still trying to come down from being attacked.
I blinked at him before looking down to my hand where my phone had been. I looked out the window and found it lying on the sidewalk.

I had no way of contacting Trista now to get information about where I'd been before Midnight.

And that bastard had threatened to bite me like some old school alpha obsessed about marking their mates.

Who the hell did he think he was?

Alyssa chuckled, He is an alpha wolf, Glenda. What can you expect?

I gasped in shock and joy. I couldn't manage to ask what it meant for Matt to be an alpha. Alpha was a pack rank as far as I knew, but Alyssa made it seem like it was something else.

Alyssa, you sound so strong. Have you been listening all this time?

For some of it. I've been feeling stronger lately... Probably because of how much that alpha has been protecting you.

I wrinkled my nose. Matt wasn't protecting me. He just didn't want his merchandise damaged or he was luring me into a false sense of security. He and the Warhammer pack were responsible for Fluorite falling.

Alyssa sighed, Nothing is ever that simple. Think about it. Have you ever seen his father in all this time? He hasn't spoken about him either, has he?

That was true, but that could mean anything. The Warhammer pack was the biggest and most powerful pack in the world. Coupled with all the technological advancements it had made under Matt's guidance, they were respected and feared by packs all around the world. I'm sure that his father was just too busy running some other aspect of the pack, or tearing down another pack, to have regular meals with his son.

I think you're letting your anger blind you, Alyssa said, calmly. He's saved our lives at least twice.

He was also the reason we were in the stupid cable car, playing a dangerous game with cars, and, at the least, his family is responsible for me, my sister, and several young women being sold into s****l slavery.

Why are you defending him? I sneered, Don't tell me you're interested in him!

She let out a low rumble that sounded a lot like purring.

There isn't a wolf who wouldn't be interested in a handsome alpha.

I cringed, I'm just going to pretend you didn't say that. Have you heard from Angelia?

No, but she is still alive.

I sighed, flopping back across my bed. It was better than nothing.

Do you remember Vera, Glenda?

I frowned. Why would she bring up Vera? She was about the same age as Angelia if I remembered. I remembered her being in the dungeon with us, but she wasn't sold to Midnight.

Why?

I reached her recently... Just briefly. She told me that she was taken to a small pack in the north called Skyfall. The alpha looks a lot like Jay, but he was called Calvin Wilson, and he didn't carry himself like someone from Fluorite.

My jaw clenched. A method of acting was easy to take on and the north would be far enough that no one who had done direct business with Fluorite would recognize him. It was looking more and more likely that Jay had a hand in our pack's destruction.

I had to replace out the truth. I left the room and walked downstairs. The front door opened and Matt walked in. His expression was unreadable but he approached me cautiously and offered me a phone.

It wasn't my old one, I was wary of it as he met my gaze.

"I upgraded it," he said, "All of your old contacts should be on it."

Then, he pulled out my old phone and handed it to me. The screen was cracked. He left my presence with little else to say and the new phone chimed with a message from Armand.

Party this weekend. Let me know if you need anything!

It was Wednesday. That didn't leave a lot of time to prepare myself to approach Jay's son and not be noticed. I could change my features a little, bleach my hair and recolor it and highlight my face differently with makeup, but I didn't think it would be enough. I needed a foolproof way to interact with him without him knowing.

Is it themed?

Themed?

Yeah, like a masquerade or something?

A few moments passed, but as I expected, he replied with a firework emoji and excitement.

That sounds fun! Yes, I'll make sure everyone knows. It'll be great. I know the crowd will like it.

I grinned and sent a list of things I would need: beach, some colored dye, and a mask. I checked my closet searching for something that would do for a costume when I found a slinky indigo cocktail dress with a black lace overlay.

Could you replace a butterfly mask?

He replied with a thumbs up, and the plan was set in motion.

Armand had brought everything I asked for while seeming about ready to bounce out of his skin with excitement. The night before the party, I bleached my hair and dyed it to match my dress and mask. With my make-up done and my mask in place, I left my room and descended into the party.

I didn't see anyone's faces as they were all covered by masks, but Jay's son stood out as he was a bit slimmer and taller than most.

I found him quickly. My stomach turned with nerves but I squared my shoulders and approached him. His mask was plain white. He wore a tuxedo and seemed to just be watching the crowd.

"You look a bit out of place," I said, teasing him. "Mind if I keep you company?"

He turned and looked at me. His gaze drifted over me and he smiled. Despite his mask, I recognized him easily.

"I'd be honored, Madame Butterfly," he said with a grin and offered me his hand, "Andrew Wilson."

I took his hand and shook it lightly, "Renda. A pleasure..."

The name was familiar, his first name at least. It had been Andrew Hall, son of Jay Hall once. Vera had been sold to the same man who had betrayed us all.

But why?